Bleeding Hearts: Sandhir FF (Chapter 1, Pg. 8) - Page 6

Originally posted by: Param_love

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Love all ur work⭐️

Now u r writing a new ff

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intreatin very intereating🤓

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Originally posted by: laughing_lola

Nice plot mayuri..

But please do update this fast! U hvnt even updated beautiful mistake. Please do update it fast.

And about this story.. its refreshing. Will be fun to read 😊

Originally posted by: don girls

Nice start
So continue
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Originally posted by: ps_rocks

what the...u made parth sany's bf. The teaser is intresting dear n radhir caling sanyukta 'angel',hailaaa. Pls update soon. Thanx 4 the pm

Chapter 1: He is so into you! (Unedited!)

I knew the moment our eyes connected that something was different about him. It wasn't everyday that I got goosebumps catching a guy staring at me. His eyes were black, so black that I couldn't distinguish the iris from the pupil. And his smile wasn't friendly. It spelled trouble. With a promise.

I came to know about him this morning when Kaustuki, my best friend told me there will be a new exchange student joining in our class soon. I just shrugged, not caring to ask anything about the new dude any further. Not because I wasn't interested, but because I rather have my precious time spent in studying rather than talking about some random guy. Moreover, I already had a boyfriend so it was no use to know how, and I quote my best friend, deadly hot' the new guy is.

We were standing in the corridor outside our class. Kaustuki was busy talking to a guy and I was busy texting my boyfriend- Parth. Parth was not only my boyfriend, but he was also my childhood best friend. Now his place was taken by kaustuki. She dint like it when I called her my 2^nd best friend. She preferred the first place and since Parth didn't mind it, I gave her the tag.

Suddenly the phone in my hand was snatched by kaustuki.

"Hey!" I protested trying to get my cell back. Not because Parth and I were talking about something important or flirting, (we rarely did that. It was always from his side, not mine. I dint know much about flirting anyways), but because I dint liked it when she did that.

"Stop texting Parth and talk to me!" She said tossing the phone back angrily.

I gave her an apologetic smile before bidding farewell to Parth, only to receive his last text saying I love you, bye.'

I pursed my lips. We had been together since 2 years. However, I never replied to his special three words. I couldn't. It felt completely wrong. Plus I never even knew how I actually felt about him. I wanted t say it when I feel it so there will be meaning behind it and it won't feel empty.

Not giving another thought to it, I tossed my cell back in my purse, turning my attention towards Kaustuki. "What's up?"

"I'm thinking about going to a club tomorrow."

I really wasn't a club kindda girl. But that dint mean I never go, I do go but on occasion. Period. "I can't come," I said at last, hating to reject her. "Parth and I are going to the movies."

Kaustuki scowled. "Ditch him, come with me."

"I can't. Why don't you come with us?"

"And be the third wheel? No thanks."

I was about to open my mouth to protest when the bell rang, sending us both to our seats.

A heartbeat later, our professor PKC entered, his stomach wobbling as he walked.

Setting down the huge pile of books, he greeted everyone, but no one seems to respond to his greeting, including me. Not that he cared anyways.

"So class," PKC said, "as most of you are aware of the new exchange student, I'd like you all to meet him in person now. Will you care to join us Mr. Shekhawat?"

I glanced up at the door waiting for someone's entry, but to my surprise, I heard the footsteps from behind.

Shifting in my seat, I turned my head to look back. My pencil dropped from my hand, bouncing on the tabletop a few times before rolling over the edge.

"Ah" I groaned bending to pick it up, but someone had already beaten me to it. A pale finger was holding my pencil. I looked up slowly to the owner of the hand and met those eyes. Those cold black alluring eyes.

"Uh, I'm s- sorry." I stuttered having no idea as to why I was stuttering.

The guy slowly stood up placing the pencil back on my table. He stared at me with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "My bad." He smiled sending a shiver down my spine and headed towards where PKC was standing.

Kaustuki kicked me under the table.

I turned towards her. "What?"

She was grinning, sharing a private joke with herself. "Did you see that hot piece?"

I rolled m eyes opening my mouth but the new guy had already started talking.

"Hello, my name is Randhir Singh Shekhawat." He said. His voice was sweet and velvety, like chocolate, memorizing with each syllable but at the same time, it was spine tingling.

"Is there something else you'd like to add?" PKC asked.

Randhir's eyes darted towards the whole classroom before falling on me. His dark eyes sliced into me and the corners of his mouth tilted up. M heartbeat fumbled a beat and in that pause, a feeling of gloom darkness seemed to slid like a shadow over me. It vanished in an instant, but I was still staring at him. And so was he.

"I think that is all huh?" PKC asked again breaking our eye contact. I was glad he did. For the first time in my life, I felt something I never felt before. The feeling was hard to describe but the fumbling in my heart was not. I looked down focusing on the textbook in front me as he took a seat directly behind me.

After the class ended, I picked my books up in a hurry to get out as soon as possible. Sitting in front of Randhir seemed harder than a hardest math problem. I couldn't concentrate nor could I write. The feeling of him capable of watching me from behind made me scared.

When Kaustuki and I were almost out, PKC sir stopped me. "Sanyukta Agrawal, can I have a word with you?"

No

"Sure sir."

With a tilt of my head, I motioned Kaustuki to leave. I walked towards sir's table. "Can I help you with something sir?"

PKC nodded, "As a matter of fact, yes. I need you to tutor someone if that's not a problem."

Tutor someone? It hardly made sense. There wasn't anyone in the class I suppose who needed tutor. Beside I wasn't really good with the whole tutoring things. When I was in 9^th grade, my teacher forcefully made me tutor a girl I barely knew for an upcoming test. I scored the second highest (first place was taken b a geeky guy. Well to my defend, he used to act like he dint understood anything and so I never took him as a real threat) and the girl ended up failing. I had no idea how that happened but from that day, I never really tutored anyone.

"Will you Agrawal?" PKC pressed.

Well it wont hurt to see if I have gained that power of tutoring someone now will it? Beside if that person fails, I would be saved from tutoring someone ever again in future.

"ok sir," I said. "But who am I supposed to tutor?"

"Me."

My back turned rigid, and my eyes widened. Any smile on my face slid away. Without even turning, I knew who that voice belonged to and for the first time in Life I wished something was wrong with my ears and the voice was probably someone else's. I slowly turned around.

Randhir sat in the same place he was sitting when the lecture started, one seat behind me. That probably meant he never really stood up after the class ended. His arms were folded behind his back and a sexy grin was constant on his face. I swallowed having no idea to why my body was acting this way. He was just a guy. A normal guy, I really hopped.

I turned towards PKC, but the room was already empty. When did he leave?

Groaning I turned around again only to find myself face to face with Randhir. Now that I was standing way too close to him, I actually took in his appearance. He was long, lean muscle down his arms, broad but relaxed shoulder, and a smile that was part playful, part seductive.

He smelled of leather, spice and mint. I wanted to draw myself closer, but held back. The smell seemed to be sweet and comforting but at the same time unwelcoming. Similar to a trap, once you are in, you can't get out. It seemed to be a spell; a spell that led to symptoms of lust, attraction, and envy. Envy of his beautiful, strong, body.

Wait, did I just think that? Did I just actually fantasize about a guy when I've a rock solid living boyfriend? Immediately all the feelings I was feeling, was overridden by guilt.

"Uh, you want to be tutored?" I said at last breaking the ice.

His mouth twisted into a perceptive smile. "If you'll be the teacher, I'd loved to be the student."

Is he trying to flirt with me? I should tell you that I wasn't an expert in this area. And am still not. Never before I flirted with anyone and even if someone did, I wouldn't care. But this is Randhir.

"Um, ok, uh your name?" I said looking at my watch. It was a little before two.

When he didn't responded, I glanced up in time to catch another grin. "Call me Randhir. I mean it. Call me."

He winked when he said it and I was pretty sure he was making fun of me.

To keep our conversation from heading further into uncomfortable territory, I ignored it and said, "Well my name is Sanyukta."

"I know, angel."

I raised my eyebrow. Did he just call me angel? A few moments together hardly qualified us for pet name, but nonetheless my heartbeat went a little erratic at the endearment.

"Sorry you got it wrong. It's Sanyukta, not angel." How on earth can a person can confuse the name Sanyukta with angel. No wonder he needed tuition.

Randhir mouth twisted into a barely there smile. "I know that, angel."

"Are you calling me that on purpose?"

"Intelligent." This time I was 100% sure his smile was mocking. He is enjoying this and that made me angry.

I rested my hands on my hips. "Don't act like you know me."

.Randhir stepped closer and my breath got caught up in m throat. "Sometimes you like photography, capturing the moment means a lot to you, sometimes you will sit in the corner and will write poetry in secret, being in this college has been your second biggest dream and becoming a successful mechanical engineer your first."

I stared at him a moment shaken by how dead on he was. How did he know all this? Or is he just guessing?

Randhir continued, "you don't like making friends, or should I say you don't know how to. You don't know how to trust people and you keep our life on short leash. Nor do you like watching a sad or a scary movie, probably because it makes out remember something that happened with you way back."

The hair at the nape of my neck stood up. Who was this guy? The impulse to feel scared pounded through me but I told myself to keep it together.

"Are you a psychic?" I blurted out.

Randhir stepped back, into a bay of laughter. Well it wasn't my fault, not everyday a stranger came to me telling me more about myself than I probably knew.

I could have said something worse like a vampire, werewolf, or a shadow hunter. Don't blame me, blame the world of fiction.

Randhir tilted his head. "It is just that you are an open book. your eyes itself tells me the answers to my questions, angel"

I frowned. "Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"I don't like it."

"Well, I do."

"Randhir." I said.

"Angel." He said.

Something is definitely different about this guy and I can't quite put my finger on it, but I could feel it. And those black eyes were getting to me. I swallowed trying to ignore the queasy tap dance in my stomach. Something about him isn't right. Something isn't normal... something isnt safe.

Randhir must have stepped closer because suddenly our bodies were separated by nothing more than a hollow margin of air. "It suits you, Angle," He said glancing at me up and down. "Killer curvy mouth and deadly legs."

"ok, I'm out of here!" I stepped back, a blush forming on m face. "I'll meet you later."

I began walking out of the room before I heard him say, "Looking forward to it."

It was 7 PM in the evening. Kaustuki and I were sitting in the school's library. My head was buried inside the book while kaustuki sat adjacent to me, munching chips and reading an e-zine magazine.

I was trying so hard to concentrate on the text scribbled in front of me but right not everything seem to go in outer space and the only thing my mind was capable of thinking was Randhir.

I couldn't seem to blink away his face, his smile and his charcoal eyes. Even when I was talking to Parth after the class today, I accidentally called him Randhir. The name seemed to be imprinted on my mind refusing to leave.

Still not being able to digest another paragraph (another?), I let out a sigh resting my forehead on my book.

"You seem to be disturbed lately." Kaustuki said.

"Blame Randhir." I answered without thinking. Knowing how kaustuki is, I immediately regretted it.

Glancing up slowly, I saw her grinning eye to eye. "Talking about Randhir...he's so into you!"

I frowned. Last time I checked he just picked my pencil. At least according to kaustuki. I dint really tell her about my and Randhir's talk. And picking up someone's pencil isn't considered so special. Anyone would have done the same. But if she meant into me' as in getting under my skin, he sure did succeed.

I flipped through some pages of my book. "He's not."

"He so is! You guys were totally hitting it off!"

"How, telepathically?"

Kaustuki chuckled closing the magazine. Apparently, the Randhir-talk for her was far more interesting than knowing the life's of her favorite stars. "Well don't tell me you don't find him attractive, I'll never bring his name again."

Snatching the packet of chips from her hand, I took out one and started munching. Out of all the things there had to be something better to do than ruin our evening than bringing Randhir into our conversation. It was bad enough that he wouldn't leave my mind but now bringing him into our conversation was the last thing I wanted.

"Well?" Kaustuki pressed.

"Fine maybe he could be good looking, but I hardly care about these stuffs, I've a Boyfriend. Beside I'm not his type." I added which got me wondering what will be his type. He looked like a guy who liked it rough. He would play with a girl like a toy and then throw it away after using. I have no intensions of becoming his toys.

Kaustuki laughed. "You are not anyone's type. You have beauty and brain, that is the two things hard to find in one girl, and yet you are not using it."

That was because I wasn't that kind of a girl but that doesn't mean I was too innocent. In 4^th grade, I married Neal of fifth grade while I was still in relationship with Aman. Isn't this bad enough?

"Speaking of Beauty," Kaustuki said, there was an unexpected rise in her voice. "There's our guy."

I stopped munching and followed her gaze, and my heart skipped a beat. Randhir stood across the room, a book in his hand. As if sensing me watching, he turned. Our eyes locked for one, two three counts. I broke away first but not before receiving a slow grin.

"Let's go." I said snapping my book shut. I zipped open my backpack and pushed the books inside it, dropping few on the floor as I did. M heartbeat turned erratic and I told myself to pull it together. I hated how much his grin alone affected me.

"Hold on," said kaustuki, "I'm trying to look at the book title. Is it ...how to be a stalker?"

"There is no such book like that." But I wasn't sure.

From the corner of my eyes, I noticed Randhir putting the book back on the self, and then turning towards my direction. Now my heartbeat was running faster than any other train made on this planet. What if he's coming here? Remembering how our morning talk went, my cheeks flushed red and I dint dare to look up.

"Looks who's making his way here." Kaustuki winked at me, which made it clear that he was actually making his way here.

I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to go on the same path with him again. At least not, right now.

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